"I feel that sin and evil are the negative part of you, and I think it's like a battery: you've got to have the negative and the positive to be a complete person." - Dolly Parton

• • •

Everything was as a matter of fact, not going well. Noah realized this fact as Dean's panicked voice came through the phone, this was nearly two weeks that had gone by. Dean called him everyday, and nothing.

"Any chance you've heard from him?" Dean asked him. "Sorry dude, no, I haven't heard a thing," Noah answered with a sigh, placing his bag in the back of his Jeep.

"I swear, it's like looking for my dad again, I'm losing my mind here," Dean exclaimed. Noah could hear the pitter patter of rain in the background. "Did you call him today?" Noah asked, same question he asked every day, "I know it's a long shot since he turned his phone off, but..."

"I've called him a thousand times, it's nothing but voice mail," Dean's exasprated voice crackled, "I don't know where he went or why, Sam's just... gone."

Before Noah could reply, Dean said, "Hold on." Noah figured he was getting another call. He waited a few minutes, before Dean came through the other side.

"Okay, that was Sam, he's in Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, he doesn't have a clue what's going on, he panicking to high heaven and back," Dean sighed, clearly woried, "Do you think you could maek it up there with me?"

"Yeah, I'm in Iowa City, give me..." Noah looked at his map, tracking adn coutning to add up travel time, plus traffic and stops, "About three hours."

"Okay, thanks man," Dean sighed, Noah could just hear how insanely worried he was for his little brother.

"Hey, dude, it's no problem, you guys have saved my ass a time or two, I'd even go as far as to say we're friends, and Dean?" "Yeah?" "Stop stressing yourself out, he's gonna be fine."

• • •

Jogging down the hall, Noah scanned every door number, and when he looked up he saw the form of Dean stood ahead of him.

"Dean!' he called out. Dean looked back seeing the man and the dog running down the hall. He nodded, trying to keep his cool, though Noah could see in his eyes just how he was all over the place.

They walked down together, both still in a hurry, unitl they found room 110. Dean knocked loudly, "Sam, it's me."

No answer. "Sam?" Dean called out, knocking again. He tried the door knob, and the door was unlocked so he opened it, and walked in, seeing Sam seated on the bed.

Delta sensed how he was in distress, immediately jumping onto the bed and getting behind him, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. Noah took notice, knowing she could sense emotional distress extremely well as he and Dean cautiously approached Sam, who kept his gaze trained on the wall ahead of him.

Dean crouched in front of his brother, "Are you bleeding?" he asked as he saw blood on Sam's shirt. "I tried to wash it off," was Sam's quiet response. Dean looked a little closer and he straighened Sam's shirt, and there was a large circular stain of dried blood in the center of his stomach, "Oh my God." Noah's eyes widened as Dean spoke, growing slightly frantic.

"I don't think it's my blood," Sam croaked out, his voice hoarse, he looked like he was gonna be sick.

"Whose is it?" Dean asked. "I don't know," was Sam's response. "Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean questioned his brother. "Dean.." Sam started, slowly looking up, "I don't remember anything," his voice cracked.

Dean stared at him in shock and panic, what did that mean. Noah looked on, feeling slightly queasy. He didn't know what to think.

• • •

"What'd you find out?" Sam asked Dean and Noah as they entered the room, a bag of food in hand. "You checked in two days ago, under the name of 'Richard Sambora'," Noah asnwered as Dean set the bag and his keys down onto the table.

"Of course, I think that scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan," Dean jested, turning to his brother as Noah rolled his eyes. "Dean," Sam stated, trying to get him back on track.

Dean shrugged," Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed aything unusual."

"You mean no one saw me walking around, covered in blood?" Sam bitterly questioned. "Yeah, that's what I mean," Dean answered, pursing his lips. Noah shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. One day, these two were gonna kill each other and he'd have to stop them.

"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" Sam asked, a little bit of anger seeping into his tone.

"I don't know," Dean answered as he took his jacket off, "Alright? But you're okay, and that's all that matters, the rest we can deal with."

"Oh, really?" Sam was growing visibly angry, "'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?"

"Sam," Dean tried to stop him, he didn't want to think about that. Sam stared at his brother, furrowing his eyebrows. Noah ran his hands down his face.

The silence hung in the air for a moment before Sam decided to not just break it, but shatter it. "What if this is what Dad warned you about?" Sam asked. Noah grew slightly confused, out of the loop now.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here, we don't know what happened," Dean stopped him. "We've just gotta treat this, like-like any other job," Dean stammered slightly.

"Okay, what's the last thing you remember?" Noah asked. "Me and Dean in that hotel room in West Texas," Sam answered, taking a seat on the bed as he calmed down, Delta snuggling her tired form back up to him, "We went out to grab some burgers."

Dean stared at him in blatant concern, "West Texas? That was-that was over a week ago," he informed him.

Sam slowly looked up as Dean stepped closer to him, "That's it."

Dean's mind started to run a mile a minute, that left so many possibilities. Noah was just scared of what that could mean. "Next thing I knew, I was sitting here..." Sam trailed, "Bloody, I felt like I'd been asleep for a month."

"Okay, retrace your steps, manager said you left yesterday afternoon, and never saw you come back," Noah tried to steer the conversation, walking over to the window. He moved the curtains, seeing bloody fingerprints on the windowsill.

"Hey," he grabbed their attention, making the both of them hurry over. Sam gulped as he looked at it.

They grabbed their things and walked outside, looking around, "Recognize anything?" Dean asked.

"Not really," Sam shook his head. They walked, treading towards the front fo the motel again but Sam stopped them, "Wait."

"What?' Noah asked as they stopped. "I think I was here," Sam state, sounding slightly unsure. He was looking at and alley behind some storage units, "You remember?" Dean questioned.

"Not really, it just... feels familiar, y'know?" Sam responded. They walked forward and Dean tried to open the first one, "Try that one," Sam directed him to the second, which Noah reached for. It also didn't open.

Sam seemed to realize something, "Wait," he said pulling a key out of his jacket pocket. They tried and it opened the second storage unit's lock.

They all shared a look, this was growing more unsettling by the second. They opened the door and inside was a car, looking to be from the 20s or 30s. "Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this," Dean stated with disdain, practically glaring at the old car.

They approached it, and it was unlocked, so they opened it. Sam and Dean opened the fornt, investigating everything they could see, noticing more blood on the steering wheel, but Noah open the back and his eyes widened as they fell on something in the floorboard.

"Guys," he grabbed their attention, motioning towards it. A large bowie knife, coated in blood. Noah picked it up, the blood making a sickening sound as it pulled away from the carpet, having dried.

"You think I used it on someone?" Sam asked, suddenly sounding sick again.

"I'm not thinking anything," Dean stated. Sam's expression briefly reminded Noah of a sad puppy but he had to remind himself to focus.

Noah realized he was holding what would likely be found as evidence, and his eyes widned as he placed the handle into the denim jacket he was wearing, frantically wiping any fingerprints away before using his jacket to put it back where it had been.

"Okay, now this is distrubing," Dean spoke as he leaned down, his eyes catching something. He grabbed it, holding it up to Sam and Noah. Menthol cigarettes, opened and having several missing out of it.

"Come on, man, this couldn't have been you," Dean said, motioning to the pack, "It could've been someone else."

"Somebody who smokes menthols," Noah agreed, recognizing the type of cigerette all too well.

Sam noticed something lse on the front floor board, "Hey, gas receipt, a few towns over."

The three of them looked to one another, nodding as they all shared the same thought.

• • •

Pulling the Impala into the gas station, Dean slowed to a stop in front of the station before reading off the list, "Alright, receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number 2, you getting any goose bumps yet?"

Noah watched as Sam frantically scanned the area, thinking hard. "'God this looks familiar', Déjá vu vibes?" Dean continued. Sam slowly shook his head.

"Maybe someone inside wil remember you," Noah suggested as he glanced at the cashier in the gas station.

"Come on," Dean agreed, grabbing his keys out of the ignition, and opening the door. Noah stepped out with him, and slowly, Sam followed.

They entered, hearing the familiar bell sound that the door made as it opened, causing the cashier to glance up to see them. Bad elevator music played quilty in the background.

The casher glanced up again as they stepped towards the front, eyes widening as he saw Sam, "You! Outta here, now! I'm calling the cops."

They stared at him with wide eyes, before Dean grew protective, "You talking to him?"

"Yeah, I'm talking to him!" the cashier exclaimed, "Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a 40 from the fridge, starts chugging it."

"This guy?" Dean asked in shock, "You're drinking malt liquor?"

The cashier scoffs as Sam raises his arms, looking at his brother as if to say 'I don't know, man', but Noah can't help but find his expression adorable. He shakes his head again, telling himself that it's not the time.

"Not after he whipped the bottle at my friggin' head," the cashier bitterly explained, eyes squinted at the trio. "This guy?" Dean repeated in pure shock. Noah stared on in confusion, what the hell was going on?

"What, am I speaking Urdu?" the cashier asked sarcastically. "I'm really sorry if I did anything-" the man cuts Sam off. "You know what," Sam's expression fell," Tell your story walking pal, okay? Popo'll be here in five minutes," the cashier said as he picked up the phone.

"Wait, wait, wait, he's leaving, put the phone down," Noah decided to speak up," Sam, go wait in the car."

"Noah-" Sam tried to argue but Noah gave him a look. He sighed, looking down at the floor, before looking back up, his features coated in sorrow and self-hatred, and nodding, walking out the door. Noah sighed, he felt like he was twelve again and telling his little sister to leave before Nicholas pulled out the belt. The thought of his father stung, but he shook it off, turning back to the cashier.

"Okay, look, I just wanna talk to you, okay? That's it, okay?" Noah said, preparing to reason. The cashier had the phone pulled up to his ear, and he stared at him for a moment before putting it down.

"When he took off yesterday, which way did he go?" Noah asked. "Why don't you ask him?" the cashier asked quietly. "Because I'm asking you," Noah snapped, "Now, do me a favor and answer me."

"Oh, do you a favor, well that is what I live for," he replied sarcastically. Noah rolled his eyes, biting his tongue, and fending his temper off as his patience thinned.

"You know, your buddy didn't pay for the booze, or the smokes which he also illegally lit up," the cashier stated. "You saw him smoking?" Dean asked. Noah sighed, looking up, this is just great.

"Yeah, guy's a chimney," he answered. Noah's jaw clenched, looking back out the window seeing Sam's downtrodden expression.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, and pulling out a twenty dollar bill, "This outta cover it," he slammed it onto the counter. "Mm, it's coming back to me now," The cashier replied, "He took two packs."

Noah ran his tongue along his teeth as he stared daggers at the man, Dean reaching into his own pocket but Noah put a hand on his arm to stop him, shooting him a look.

He looked back at the man, staring for a moment before leaning over the counter, grabbign him by the collar, and yanking him into his face. The man yelped in shock and fear as Dean went wide-eyed, quickly looking around to make sure there was no one around.

"Alright, you smart ass son of a bitch, I've had enough, now tell me, which way did he go yesterday?" Noah practically spat in his face, teeth grit together.

"Uh, north on route 71, straight outta town," he stammered slightly, staring at Noah in fear. Noah nodded, ingesting the information before slowly letting go of the man.

He stared at him for a moment, as if daring him to call the cops on them, before he and Dean both picked up a candy bar and a pack of honey buns from the front of the counter. He and Dean shot him a tight-lipped and sarcastic smile before walking back out to the Impala.

• • •

Driving behind the Impala in the Jeep, Noah sighed as they reached a stop sign. He reached for Delta's bowl, giving her the last of the water bottle he was drinking from. She immediately starting lapping it up. He coughed a little, leaving his breathing raspy. He could feel the phlegm in his throat.

They started driving again before Dean turned on a road. Noah raised his eyebrows, "Okay boys, now I'm getting a little scared." He turned down the same road, driving behind them again.

He hated the bumpy feeling of the dirt road, he just knew that he'd have to wash the Jeep as soon as they were back in a town with a decent car wash.

It turned into thin asphalt about halfway down the road, and it wasn't long before they reached a dead end, stopping in frotn of a house.

The boys hopped out of the car, and Noah let Delta out with him, foregoing a leash. He watched Sam's expression, which was solemn. All three of the men were nervous as to what they would find when they entered.

When Dean took a step away from the car, a motion sensored light turned on, showing them a security camara. Sam and Noah came to stand next to Dean as they looked at it, Delta standing close to Noah. "Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises," Sam stated, looking around.

The trio glanced around the property once more before stepping up the stairs and onto the porch quietly, the wood creaking as they went. Noah noticed Delta getting tenser the closer they got to the house.

Noah suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, grunting quietly under his breath which made the Winchesters turn to him as he placed a hand on his chest. They stared at him in worry as he felt it rising in his throat, before being suddenly thrown into a coughing fit. The Winchesters' eyes widened as they stared at him.

Noah reached into his pocket, pulling out his bandanna and covering his mouth as he felt the phlegm escape. A large glob of the thick green substance coated the cloth in his hand. They Winchesters began to become geuninely concerned for his health. "Dude, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Noah cleared his throat as the word came out strained, "Yeah, I still have that head cold lingering, guess it snuckup on me, "he chuckled.

"Okay," Dean agreed reluctantly, both of the men giving him a once over to be sure there was nothing visibly or immediately wrong. When neither of them found anything, they relented.

"Should we knock?" Dean questioned as Sam turned to peer through the window. "Yeah, I guess," Sam said, turning around and walking to the other side of the porch. Dean watched his brother in concern before shaking his head and turning back to the door, rapping his knuckles on the wood.

Noah glanced at Sam and saw as his shoulders straigtened a bit from behind. He had noticed something. "Hey guys?" Sam grabbed their attention. The two stepped over, seeing glass all over the window sill.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show, a place like this you would think would have an alarm," Dean pointed out. Noah nodded, agreeing with him, observing as Sam once more scanned the area of the property, a pretty open field next to the house.

Sam stepped further down the porch, before his voice dropped as he said, "Yeah, you would," seeing the electric box had been tampered with.

The three made their way in, Delta on their heels, as they each sweeped their flashlights around the room. An extreme sturggle had clearly occured, furniture was knocked over, glass from picture frames and broken dishes were all over the floor, Noah watched Delta to make sure she was being as careful as possible with the shards all over the ground.

They passed down a hallway seeing a china cabinet, the source of the dishes, opened with the hinges broken. Noah had to pick Delta up as the three men were sure to stepp lightly so as not to puncture the soles of their boots.

Sam looked left, Dean looked right, and Noah looked ahead, but Dean noticed something and grasped each fo their attention quickly before moving them into a small side room.

On it's side was a limp body, back facing them. Sam felt sick as Dean approached it, using his foot to nudge it, being sure it wasn't still alive.

"Hit the lights," Dean told them. Sam took a few steps back, flicking the lightswitch. They all three turned off their flashlights, putting them away. Dean slowly crouched beside it and Noah saw the blood pooled on the rug beneath it as Dean gently grasped its shoulder and turned it over.

It was a younger man, pale as could be, his throat slit. Sam gagged as he stared at it, gulping slightly. Noah gently placed his hand on his shoulder as a silent show of support. Dean raised his hand to his mouth in despair.

"Dean, I did this," Sam stated sorrowfully. "We don't know that," Dean tried to deny it. "What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood?" Sam asked him, his upset leaking into his voice.

"I don't know man!" Dean exclaimed, "Why don't you tell me?" The two brothers stared at one another as Noah stood to the side, he had no clue wht to do. He felt Delta paw at his foot, making him look down to her as the silence hung in the air tensely.

"Look, even if you did do this, I'm sure you had a reason, you know, self defense? Uh, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" Dean did his best to find a justification.

He started to check him for anything to identify him. Noah watched as Sam's eyes glossed over with tears, though they remained unshed, as his jaw grew tenser, his teeth grit together.

"He doesn't have any I.D.," Dean stated. Noah saw Sam's eyes catch on something, which he locked on, "I need your lock pick."

"What?" Noah asked, slightly confused. "I need a lock pick," Sam repeated. Dean pulled a small silver piece of metal out of his back pocket, handing it to his brother. Sam took it hurridely, quickly working to unlcok the closet door.

He opened it, and in front of them was a steel grate with weapons all over it, from pistols to rifles, even an AK-47. On the walls were things to do with all kinds of lore, Noah saw Celtic, Greek, South African, Egyptian, Mayan, and Native American just to name a few.

"This guys either a unabomber," Dean started. "Or a hunter," Sam concluded.

Sam turned to them, breath shaky, "Dean, I think I killed a hunter," Noah could hear the pure panic in his voice, he sounded as though he could drop and have a panic attack at any second.

Dean continued to look around the room as Sam wrang his hands, gritting his teeth and panting his breath out as he continued to panic, the guilt welling heavy in his heart, amkking it sink to his stomach.

"Let's find out," Dean proposed, his voice almost too steady. Noah and Sam turned around, there was a security camera in the corner of the room.

• • •

The grainy footage of the room waved back and forth as they watched it. "Here we go," one of them stated as the two men ran into the room on the monitor.

It was clearly Sam, in the shirt he had been wearing earlier, without his jacket, his hair every which way, a knife in his hand as he pushed, kicked, punched, and tackled the man, who fought him with every ounce of strength he had in him.

Sam finally got him to the ground, in a headlock, choking him before slamming him onto the floor, with his back leaned against him, and slowly slit his throat. Sam's eyes widened as he watched himself, now he was sure he would be sick.

Dean could hardly stand to watch it anymore as Noah tried to figure out what was going on here. How could the sweetheart of a man seated in front of him possbly ever turn into someone as vicious as this?

They watched as Sam stood up, dropping the body without a care, staring at at it for a moment. Wiping his hand and the knife on his bloodstained shirt, they got a very clear look at his face. There was no denying it to be him, it just wasn't possible. Dean paused it at that very spot.

Dean recoiled in horor, no longer leaned over his brother's shoulder, staring at the screen. All Sam could think were thoughts filled with self-hatred.

And Noah... Noah didn't know what to think.

• • •

Sam read the letter in his hand, as Dean frantically swept over the room, wiping down fingerprints, and making sure there was no trace of them. Noah felt like shutting down as Delta kept her head in his lap.

"How do you erase this?" Dean asked his brother. When he didn't respond, he said, "Come on, Sam, I need your help."

"I killed him Dean," Sam quietly stated, his voice low and almost hoarse, "I just broke in and killed him."

"Listen to me, whoever this guy is, he's a hunter, which means other hunters are gonna come looking for his killer, which measn we've gotta cover our tracks, okay?" Dean stated in what Noah could see as his 'big brother' voice.

"His name was Steve Wandell," Sam spoke, "This is a letter from his daughter," Sam threw the piece of paper down onto the desk.

Sam took a deep breath, trying not to break down or do anything irrational as Dean stared at him, his eyes tracing over everything in his line of sight, his thoughts running rampid. Noah jumped when Dean grabbed the computer from the ground, picking it up over his head and throwing it to the ground, before smashing it some more.

Noah saw as Sam's breathing grew labored, and the two brothers stared at one another. Dean threw a cloth to each of them. "Wipe your prints, then we go," he commanded.

Sam stared after his brother, not sure how to feel. Noah just stood and listened without a word.

• • •

Opening the hotel door, adn stepping back inside, they all felt shaky. Dean marched over to the bed, setting the bag in his hand down. "Alright we get a couple hours sleep, then we put this place in our rearview."

He glanced up to look at the two men. "Okay, look, I know this is bad," he started, watching as Sam didn't know what to do and Noah just took a seat, leaning over and putting his head in his hands, "You two, have got to snap out of it."

Sam continued to pace as he was lost in thought, "Sam, say something," Dean caught his attention.

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?" Sam spoke lowly, his lip curled in anger, Noah could see that it wasn't directed at anything or anyone but himself, "Murder, Dean... that's what I did."

"Maybe, okay?" Dean sighed out, in denial of what he had seen, Sam scoffed. "Hey, we don't know- Shapeshifter," Dean stated.

Sam scoffed again, "Oh come on, you know it wasn't you saw the tape, there was no eye flare, no distortion."

"But it wasn't you, alright? I mean, it might've been you, but it wasn't you," Dean reasoned. "Well I think it was," Sam quietly stated.

Noah decided to stand up, "Sam," the brother's turned to me, "Have you ever in your life had the urge to kill someone? Not a monster, but someone you knew for a fact was a human being?"

"No," Sam quietly replied. "Okay then why the hell would you do something like this? What in the world would cause this?" Noah exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

Sam took a seat on the end of the bed, looking down, "For the last few weeks, I've been having these feelings, rage, hate, and I can't stop it."

Dean took a seat on the bed across from his brother as Noah took a seat next to him. "It just gets worse, day by day, it gets worse," the 23-year-old's voice cracked.

"You never told me this," Dean stated in slight shock. "I didn't want to scare you," Sam confessed. Noah in that moment could only see the fractured man he was. He had seen it in Dean before, and he could see through the cracks of the mask Sam always put up, but now the mask had dropped and all Noah could see in him was Richard or Nikki, terrified and alone.

Dean pursed his lips, nodding, "Well bang-up job on that." Noah stared at him in slight disbelief, his little brother needed comfort, reassurance right now, was he really gonna be an asshole?

He watched as Sam stared at his brother, he could see the heartbreak. He placed a gentle and reasurring hand on his shoulder, Sam shot him a thankful look.

"Dean, the yellow-eyed-demon... you know he has plans for me," Sam started, "And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before too."

"No one can control you but you," Dean stated firmly.

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean," Sam quickly said, "It feels like slowly but surely I'm just becoming-"

"What?" Dean barked, cutting him off. Sam's gaze dropped, "Who I'm meant to be."

Dean shook his head in disbelief and continuing packing the duffle bag. "I mean you said it yourself Dean, I've gotta face up to who I am," Sam continued.

"I didn't mean this!" Dean shouted.

"But it's still true!" Sam exclaimed, standing up, Noah stood as well, stepping back from the two, he would step in if it came to it, "Dad knew that too! That's why he told you that if it ever came to this-"

"Shut up, Sam," Dean stopped his brother, looking at him firmly. Noah grew confused, what did that mean?

"Dean, you promised him," Sam continued to push, "You promised me." Dean scoffed. "Okay, does someone maybe want to let me in on just what in the hell is going on here?!" Noah exclaimed.

"Before our dad died, he told Dean that if it ever came down to it, that he would have to kill me, and Dean promised him that he would," Sam immediately told him, never once turning to look at him all the while Dean tried to overpower him by telling him to shut up.

"Alright, nobody is killing anybody here!" Noah yelled, "We are gonna figure out just what in the hell is happened here and when we do, we will move on from this, have I made myself absolutely fucking clear?"

The Winchester's stared at him in shock, they had never seen him like this. "Do you two nitwits understand me?!" Noah repeated.

Sam decided to disregard everything Noah had just said and continued,"Dean, you promised."

"No," Dean quietly replied, "Noah's right, we are gonna figure this out, I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?"

Noah walked to stand next to the pair, he could see the look in Sam's eyes, and he almost couldn't believe it. "Yeah, there is," Sam agreed. Noah watched as Sam reached into the duffel at Dean's side, pulling out a pistol, and handing it to his brother. Dean stared at him in shock and disbelief.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone else... I don't wanna hurt you," Sam spared Noah a glance as he and Dean stared at one another. Noah was still frozen in shock.

"You won't," Dean assured, "Whatever this is, you can fight it."

"No I can't," Sam hopelessly whispered, his voice hoarse and cracking with every word as he smiled bitterly, "Not forever... here, you've gotta do it."

The two continued to stare at one another, both on the brink of tears as Noah slowly snapped out of his state of shock. Dean picked up his brother's hand, forcing the gun into his open palm.

Sam's breathing started to hitch with every inhale and exhale, as if he was trying not to sob, which he likely was.

Dean just stared at his little brother, before looking down to the pistol in his hand. "You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe."

"I know," Sam hoarsely answered, smiling slightly. Dean slowly moved his gaze back to his brother, "I can't."

"You're damn right you can't," Noah shakily affirmed, "Because if you do, you'll be right behind him, I will shoot you myself," his voice raised.

"I'd rather die," Dean concluded, dropping the gun to the bed with a thud.

Sam continued to stare as Dean walked around his brother and to the other side of the room. "No, you'll live," Sam stated, picking the gun back up, before turning back to his brother, "You'll live to regret this."

He pistol whipped Dean, who fell to the floor with a thud. Noah had a moment of instant realization. Demonic possession.

Noah ran at Sam, who turned around, punching him as well. Noah felt his lip split, and begin dripping with blood, but he pushed back, overpowering Sam's body and forcing him to the bed.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," Noah began, making Sam groan out, "omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legi-" he was cut off as Sam reached up, groaning in pain, and grasped his neck, choking him.

Noah's throat and lungs pleaded for air and his eyes filled with tears as his mind filled with memories. Black started creping into the edes of his vision as it all blurred, and he reached up, wekly scratching at Sam's hand. "Ple-ase, S-am," he pleaded through choked bits fo air before everything went dark and the last thing he felt was as he hit the floor, and Sam's hand left his throat.

• • •

Author's Note: Well... that was interesting.